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The Samurai’s Honor
Category: Historical
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The end.